Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
“I’m very sorry,” Commander Sylvan was saying to Seline. “I agree it’s very strange. Is there anything I can do for you? Maybe you’d like to come to the Med Center for a full exam?”
“Well…maybe.” Seline looked at Nox. “What about you? Do you want to come and get examined?”
Nox shook his head.
“No, though I do have a medical appointment I must keep—with Yipper the Tolleg, who is my own personal doctor.”
“Yes, Yipper takes care of all our Dark Kindred warriors,” Sylvan remarked. “He really is one of the best surgeons I’ve ever met.”
“I find him to be excellent as well,” Nox said. “In fact, if we are finished here, I will go see him at once.” He was anxious to get to the little Tolleg—the strange sensations inside him which could only be termed “emotions” seemed to be getting stronger and more troubling all the time.
“Very well. You go see Yipper. And Seline, you come with me to the Med Center,” Sylvan said. “We’ll do a full blood panel and check you out thoroughly.”
“Thank you, Commander Sylvan.” Seline nodded and they all rose from their seats.
As he looked around the office, Nox couldn’t help feeling he had just been sitting there, not long ago.
Because you were—just before you left on the mission that only took two minutes, he reminded himself. But then, why did that feel wrong to him? It was as though he had seen this office but subtly different—and the difference was Commander Sylvan himself, somehow.
Seline seemed to think so too, because she was staring at the big Blood Kindred Commander with a frown.
“Commander Sylvan, have you ever thought about growing your hair out?” she asked him.
“Er…no, not really.” Commander Sylvan ran a hand over his short, spiky blond hair. “Why do you ask?”
“I don’t actually know,” Seline confessed, sounding confused. “It just suddenly occurred to me that you might look good with longer hair.” She shook her head. “I don’t know why.”
Nox didn’t know if the Commander would look better with long hair, but he could certainly picture him with longer hair and softer features. The strange mental image popped into his head, just as the image of him holding and kissing Seline had and with it, came another wave of anxiety. Gods, the emotions were coming thick and fast, now! He needed to go get them eradicated!
“Pardon me—I must go,” he said to Commander Sylvan and Seline. “I must get to see Yipper.”
“Nox, wait!”
Seline’s voice made him stop and turn. The look on her lovely face was both unhappy and uncertain—in fact, she almost looked like she might start crying. Her expression seemed to twist Nox’s heart and he wanted immediately to make her feel better, though he didn’t know how.
“Yes?” he asked, leaning closer to her. She was so short he had to get down to her level. “What is it, Seline?”
“I…I don’t know.” Her lower lip trembled. “I just…suddenly I don’t want you to go.”
Nox didn’t want to go either. He wanted to gather her into his arms and hold her tight and kiss her and caress her and take her back to his suite and take his time tasting her sweet, wet pussy while she moaned his name and tugged his hair—
Wait! Stop! he warned himself as the mental image started to form in his brain. It was so clear in his mind’s eye it was almost as though it had already happened—several times, in fact. Which was what the humans would call “crazy” and what Nox called completely illogical.
He and Seline did not have a sexual relationship. Despite the roles they played on Yonnie Six, they were just colleagues. It would be extremely unprofessional for him to reach out and hug her, let alone all the other things he had been picturing doing with her.
I need to get away—have to get the emotion damper implanted before I do something I will deeply regret, he thought.
“I am sorry, Seline,” he said, trying to make his voice professional and not betray the deep longing to hug her which was now tormenting him. “But I really must go. Perhaps we can get together later.”
“Oh, right. Maybe so.” She looked embarrassed, dropping her eyes as her cheeks went dark with a blush.
“I will speak to you later,” Nox told her.
He turned and strode quickly down the corridor, towards Yipper’s lab. Something was very wrong with him—something only an emotion damper could fix—he was certain of that.
FIFTY
SELINE
“Well, that’s that—you seem perfectly healthy,” Commander Sylvan said, as he finished making some notes on Seline’s chart.
“What about the blood tests you ran?” she asked. She was sitting on an exam table in the Med Center, wearing an oversized hospital gown which opened in the back and feeling vulnerable. What was wrong with her? Why did she feel so strange? So empty inside?